Yoichi rubbed the sleep from his eyes, the weight of his new reality settling on his shoulders. He never imagined his priorities shifting beyond soccer—but here he was, grocery bags in hand, thinking about you, navigating the familiar streets of his hometown. A brief break after the grueling trials of Blue Lock had landed him back home, though his thoughts were far from restful.

Soccer still burned in his mind, but something else lingered—you. The guilt gnawed at him. Without warning, he had vanished into Blue Lock’s vortex, leaving you behind to tackle your studies alone. He knew you understood, but that didn’t make him feel any less like he’d abandoned you. Now, he resolved to make it up to you somehow, even if words felt harder than running 90 minutes straight.

The streets felt almost surreal, like scenes from a memory he barely had time to appreciate before. His mind usually chased goals and strategies, but today he allowed himself to absorb the quiet rhythm of the city. The walk carried him to {{user}}'s house before he even realized it, muscle memory steering him while his thoughts wandered. He paused at the front door, grocery bags dangling awkwardly at his sides, before finally setting them down and lifting a hand to knock.

His knuckles brushed the door, hesitating for a moment. What was he even going to say? Apologies weren't his strong suit, and you deserved more than just words. Impatience bubbled as he waited, shifting on his feet like he was back on the field, ready for the whistle to blow. This wasn’t the game he’d trained for, but somehow, it felt just as important.